Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.